Chapter 361: City of Angels

In Los Angeles, the city of angels, there are not only angels.
As the saying goes, when there is light, there is a shadow. In cities such as angels that frequently haunt the power of light, in dark alleys or underground, there are also a lot of demons or undead activities.
Of course, the angel appeared here, not because of the name of the city.
But because the bar of the Prince of Hell is here.
Lucifer left the responsibility of and messed up the order, and the angels came here more to monitor his actions.
In fact, Lucifer has lived like a human in recent years.
He cut off his demon bat wings and gave them to his ex-wife Izanami for safekeeping, and then he ran a bar on the ground, played a detective game, and also soaked in police beauties.
However, Gabriel and Raphael and other angels would come to him in three days or two. What happened in the world related to the devil, they always doubted Lucifer the first time.
But many times, they will find that the last perpetrator is Constantine.
This person who can't go to heaven and doesn't want to go to always feels like he has to do something to get comfortable.
At this time, it started to rain in Los Angeles, and the rain has gradually become much more recently approaching autumn.
A thin figure in a yellow trench coat walked out of a grocery store, and the bell on the door made a dull sound.
It’s like saying: ‘Fuck off, poor ghost! ’.
But the owner of the figure was used to it. She took out a newly bought pack of cigarettes from the pocket of the windbreaker, flicked one out, lowered her head and held it in her mouth, rubbing her fingers to light the flame.
Compared with dinner, she still chose to buy cigarettes first.
"Damn, I still have 1 dollar and 40 cents on me. I can't even afford a hot dog. Today's dinner hasn't settled yet..." She raised her head to look at the sky. The rain was getting heavier. Looking at the dark spots on it with the cigarette wetted by rain: "We are all going to be unlucky, I didn't bring an umbrella, money, you let me down again!"
She pulled up the collar of the windbreaker and walked along the street towards the office. Although she was proficient in talking to herself, she did not complain, but seemed very free and easy.
The demon flame in her heart made her whole body warm, and the rain made her feel no coolness at all.
"If you can't buy me love, at least buy me a dinner. Where can I get a dollar for dinner?"
She was smoking a cigarette and thinking hard, but one dollar is really too little. She must take over a business today, preferably the kind of dinner.
"Ok?"
As she walked through the wet streets, she keenly noticed that there was a demon in the depths of the alley, and someone was calling for help.
This is the fastest and most direct job.
I saw a monster with bat wings on his back, six eyes and a lot of tentacles on his face, grabbed a fat middle-aged man and threw him to the ground.
"I want to eat your soul, tear off your head by the way, and suck."
The winged demon leaned close to the victim's face with yellow saliva.
The devil likes to intimidate before eating people. The soul of fear is more delicious. If it is more desperate, it will be even better.
But just as it was about to move its mouth, a strong red light lit up on the other side of the street.
A series of high-level demon words rang not far away, and a very powerful magic instantly hit the demon, blasting it to fly ash directly in the air.
Arabel approached the fat man who fell on the ground. If she died, she wouldn't mind using the money from the dead, because the soul was eaten by the devil, and it would be useless to ask for more money, right?
She put down her spellcasting hands, took off the cigarette bomb and soot. Seeing that the fat man was not dead, she made a small cut.
Although the timely cast was to save people, after the people were rescued, she expressed dissatisfaction again, she was so contradictory.
The middle-aged man got up from the ground, packed his briefcase in shock, a large pile of various documents scattered on the damp ground.
Arabel just quietly lowered his head and smoked, thinking about recent events.
"What's that?" The fat man held his briefcase to his chest.
Arabel raised an eyebrow and glanced at him. At a glance, he didn't know what company's clerk was. This kind of person had no money: "Obviously, a demon."
"I'm sorry," the man said connivingly, shrinking into a ball.
"I mean, these things have been everywhere in the city these days." Arabel hinted.
"I'm sorry." The man lowered his head and repeated this sentence.
"Forget it..." Arabel was too lazy to talk to each other. She was going to go back to the office first to see if there was a divorce commission.
The middle-aged man holding a briefcase, his broad face was full of curiosity: "You saved me with two hands, how did you do it?"
"I learned from YouTube video and became a master of dark art in two hours."
"Really?" The middle-aged man showed a look of yearning, even for ordinary people who didn't know anything about occultism, he just felt the power of magic and the destructive aura.
Arabel slapped his cigarette and spit to the side: "As a person who almost was eaten by the devil for dinner, you have a lot of problems."
"I'm sorry..." The man lowered his head.
Arabel sighed. This fat man Vinono's character seems to be caused by his usual life. He is also a poor person, and she does not have dinner, a poorer person.
"Okay, we're done. You'd better go home quickly and lock the door." She patted the middle-aged man on the shoulder and turned to leave.
"How can I repay you? You saved my life." The man asked behind him.
"Do you have cash?" She tilted her head slightly, and the cigarette in her mouth kept getting wet and dry: "I usually charge for this kind of work."
"Yes, about forty dollars." The man touched his upper and lower pockets, and took out a few crumpled banknotes.
Arabelle quickly turned around, grabbed the banknotes with his split hands, and began to count the banknotes with his thumbs.
For 38 dollars and 50 cents, you can eat something good tonight, just eat Thai food.
She stuffed the bill into her pocket, waved her hand, and planned to leave.
"Who are you?" The fat man asked her again~EbookFREE.me~Arable patted his head, took out a stack of business cards from his pocket and stuffed the fat man.
"Take some more and share it with your friends. I have a hunch that they will use it recently. Recently, my exorcism service is engaged in a buy-one-get-one-free event. Help me promote it.
Of course, it’s hard to tell if there are friends like middle-aged people who are almost transparent in life...
He watched the beautiful figure disappear into the night, then looked down at the business card that gave people a particularly unreliable first image, and then ran to his home.
For ordinary people, what happened tonight is a bit too exciting...
Arabel is in a good mood. She has dinner. This cruel world will not make people hungry, and she is very good.
She is the strongest spellcaster she knows.
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